when i saw how much you loved her, i hurt. when i saw how much you missed her, i hurt even more. sometimes i really wonder if you still do love her. and i wonder if you're just using me to get over her. and her. and i wonder if you've ever compared how she was and how i'm like. maybe i just don't fit into your mould of a girl.
and i admit i don't know you well enough. it was a mistake, right from the start. i'm sorry i'm doubting you, but you didn't come clean with me. i want you to come clean with me. i've tried. and i'm tired of being ignored. i want to make it work, but i can't do it on my own. a part of me wants to give up, but deep down, i know i'd regret it if i gave up.
and it feels as though we have not talked for a long time. have you ever heard of two people getting together, but not talking for three days already, not seen one another for some time? and when i say talk, i don't mean saying hi. i mean much more than that.
i wished i had the guts to spill everything out. apparently, i don't. and this is the best bet.
i'm paranoid. i'm demanding.
so, what else is new?
i don't care if you read this. i wish you read this. at least you know how i feel.
BimboQueen
2/19/2005 02:20:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
Serene Loo;
Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
Mass Communication Graduate;
Account Management Executive;
Nightlife;
Retail therapy & more retail therapy;
Very trigger happy;
hayzelle@hotmail.com
